Friday, October 25, 2013

Distracted by the wrong stuff

I can be such a jerk.

There's a letter on my dining room table from my cousin Rose. It's been there for weeks. Every day I'm going to answer it. But I forget to put it in my bag before I go to work. Or I don't have a notecard with me. Or those last chapters of the mystery I'm reading are just so compelling.

Got an anxious email from her last night. She tried calling when I was on the phone with my friend Barb and I messed up trying to navigate call waiting.* That, combined with my silence, worried her. "Write or give me a call. I love you and miss you."

I'm so sensitive about my own feelings and have been so thoughtless of hers. Hearts as good as hers are too important to take so casually.

Shame on me.

*I hate call waiting in both principal and, obviously, practice and wouldn't have it if it wasn't mandatory to my "bundle."


  1. Did you call her and make it right?

  2. I'm relieved I'm not the only one who does this. And then I feel so bad about it.

  3. I do that a lot... even with emails! I just can't organize my brain enough to sit down and write a response! I guess this is why they invented texting?


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